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7 de ene. de 2024 · The passages reveal Sara Coleridge’s concerns with the language of religious discourse, which drove her later developments in religious prose. This book also consists of passages selected from Sara Coleridge’s unpublished masterpiece ‘Dialogues on Regeneration’, written in the last two years of her life.
Coleridge Fricker, Sara (1802-1852). Escritora y editora inglesa, nacida en Great Hall (Keswick) en 1802 y fallecida en Chester Place en el año 1852. Fue hija del destacado poeta romántico Samuel Taylor Coleridge, y de Sara Fricker. A pesar de que su producción literaria personal, bastante ajena al lirismo paterno, no es nada desdeñable ...
20 de feb. de 2022 · By Sara Coleridge. Makes our feet and fingers glow. Thaws the frozen lake again. To stir the dancing daffodil. Scatters daisies at our feet. Skipping by their fleecy dams. Fills the children’s hands with posies. Apricots, and gillyflowers. Then the harvest home is borne.
Although she is best known as the daughter of Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Sara Coleridge was herself a writer of rare intelligence and great versatility, and a very notable poet. Her poetry has never been published as a collection, so it has never had the readership it deserves.
12 de jul. de 2021 · Sara Coleridge wrote her fairy story for her children; she wrote it for herself. It was an act of imagination that consoled her through years of death, isolation, and threatening despair. It was the candle she lit in the dark. The same candle has been lit in decades since. It was carried by princess and miner to ward off goblins.
A poet's children: Hartley and Sara Coleridge (1912), by Eleanor A. Towle. Some or all works by this author were published before January 1, 1929, and are in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago. Translations or editions published later may be copyrighted. Posthumous works may be copyrighted based on how ...
The Poppies Blooming all around My Herbert loves to see, Some pearly white, some dark as night, Some red as cramasie; He loves their colours fresh and fine
